I still get the looks
as I stroll down the racks
and look through the books
while avoiding the hacks
and I hear what they say
when they think I cant hear
about moving away
and not staying round here
But my skin is quite thick
I'm not easily moved
which you'd think they would know
else I'm just being rude
For daring to stay
in town such as this
where the rumor mill rules
and the truth takes a ****
Just because someone said
no that don't make it right
no matter who's dead
or who died in the night
I know what they think
but quite frankly don't care
cos its always me here
and them over there
I'm an outsider you see
someone from "away"
so the locals are right
no matter what I might say
They don't care about truth
they don't care about right
all they want is some gossip
bout what happened that night
But **** em I say
and I know it sounds blunt
but truth is they're gonna
believe what they want
and as tragic and sad
as the truth just might be
they'd have no one to blame
especially me
So I still get the looks
as I stroll down the rack
while I deal with my loss
and wait for life to come back